We crossed into Bulgaria shortly after midnight. Aside from an elderly Chinese couple I was the only tourist onboard. The other passengers blended in with the fabric of the bus. A women …
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Travel journal
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The Galata bridge that spans the Golden Horn in Istanbul is normally full of touts and scammers. Gypsies beg on the ground, swathed in blankets, small children in their arms. …
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When the plane landed in Kiev the first thing we saw were United Nations aircraft parked alongside military jets beside the runway. The bold “UN” lettering and famous globe flag on …
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Coming out of the subway the only things to see were towering apartment blocks. The biggest was round, like a space station or something from an industrial plant, round and white …
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We walked into the doors of the milk bar (bar mleczny) and immediately felt like we’d stepped back 40 years to when Poland quivered under the glare of the Soviet Union …
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Near the front of the bar was a man with a thick, roughly etched face, a clinging, defiant beard and that honky-tonk stare familiar to every visitor to Nashville, Tennessee. …
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Prostitutes and beggars hang out in front of kebab shops waiting to ensnare unsteady drunks. Loud English and Australian tourists hollar into bars and out of clubs. And me, I’m …
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There was a homeless man just around the corner from here snarling and muttering to himself by the side of an old building. He was using a concrete window sill …
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“Sob! Sob!” He had stood up suddenly and was looking out the window and yelling. “I’m sorry?” “Szob! We’re in Szob! My brother lives in Szob.” Just then our phones …
